By Forrest Whitman The usual gossip in the lounge car on the westbound California Zephyr (#5) moved to the topic of snow. It seemed most everyone had been snowbound or at least delayed by snow. I was in the mood for a good, long trip to share the holidays with my family from Thailand in the San Juan Islands near Seattle. I’d had a good bus trip to Union Station, a great breakfast and we were out, right on time, at 8:05 a.m. News about our connection got a bit grim. A big Pacific storm had hit the northwest. We’d…
